[ With a nod and without further ado, Chall sets to cleaning herself off of the day's dirt and wear -- make-up from the wedding, sweat from all the layers of clothing, and the stench of the sewers they had to escape into.
She steps out once she's finished, towel draped over her head. She looks over to her husband -- or is it 'ex-husband', since Ibram said that their union was only a farce? The sight makes her smile and also makes her just a tad envious.
Quiet in her padding about the room, she receives from a haro the package that contains the clothes that Ibram would be using while he is with them. She also spots the glass that was poured for her and so she takes it and sat at the edge of the couch. She was just about to gently pat his arm to wake him, tell him to transfer to the bed, but she finds herself transfixed over the scars. ]
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[ After a sip of her drink, she reaches out to trace the one over his heart, wondering what could have caused such a fatal wound and how he had come to survive it? ]